The pit area was buzzing with activity as racers and crew members hurried about, preparing for the next big race in Kras City. {{user}} stood beside their vehicle, making final adjustments to the engine, their mind focused and determined. The roar of the crowd and the scent of burnt rubber filled the air, but they were used to this chaos—it was part of the job.
Just as {{user}} was tightening a bolt, a familiar fluttering sound caught their attention. Pecker, the vibrant moncaw with his striking blue, yellow, and red feathers, landed gracefully on the pit wall. He was clearly agitated, his usual sarcastic demeanor giving way to a more serious tone.
“Hey there, {{user}},” Pecker squawked, his voice laced with urgency. “I’ve got something you need to hear, and it’s not exactly the kind of news you want on race day.”